POETRY
... THE WIDOW'S WVAKE. Dle in the mldeig1ht lane, Wheoe glinmmering tapers feebly piercs the gloom, Through many a winking pane, A11 teas rul In the rain, The widow lies within her naked room. Coldly the widov lies, Though woo alid want o0n touoh hor never more; And in? eor beamloss eyes, Griet's well, that rarely dries, Never again shall hoard its oozy a/ore. Cc lidly the widow lies, -od's mighty ...